Her own emotions are racing and she has to physically calm herself down; she knows he doesn't want to hurt her, she knows he doesn't want anything to happen to her, she knows she's been surviving on luck. He's not lying to her, which means she can - for the moment - trust him.

It's difficult.

She wants to tell him again: I won't join you, but the words won't come. She's so desperate to have someone, to be part of something, that she stands there, staring at him, before she nods once.

"Fine."